I hate Windows Eight

It's been quite a frustrating day which started with Nathan and me, attempting, against hope, to move all my documents into the ghastly computer with the even more ghastly Windows 8, I bought earlier in the year. I've been putting it off. I knew the process was going to be frustrating beyond belief.The silly thing is full of glitches and non user-friendly nonsense and as a result, and because the damned thing nearly sent us mad, tomorrow morning starts with a visit to PC World to see if they can help to do a series of things that a Mac wouldn't even need to be told to do! We went at lunchtime today to find a little note on the help desk counter which read; "apologies. No technicians are in the building today." Apparently the enormous mega-store doesn't have anyone who can fix computers on a Monday! Imagine that in the Mac Store?!

We returned home and I sat, comatose, in front of the old computer all afternoon. It's the only place I can write Word documents at the moment. I apparently have too many instances of Word running on various defunct computers which have been taken back to PC World and are therefore not accessible for the necessary process of deactivation! Kids, if you change computers, don't forget to deactivate programmes like Word! It's impossible to get in touch with Microsoft to remedy the problem! 

We rehearsed with the Fleet Singers tonight and were joined by David from the Rebel Chorus who has come to bolster the bases. The existing bases in the choir have raised their games as well, helped largely the injection of confidence provided by bases around them who are singing more strongly, so we've gone from being the section which needed resuscitating to the power-house which motors the choir along! Bravo us! 

Before the rehearsal, Nathan and I sat on the Heath eating a mini-picnic from Marks and Spencer. We didn't have long, so rested in a pool of yellow light under a tree up near the pub where Ruth Ellis shot her lover. Two people, about 50 metres away, were having the mother of all arguments, which turned into the woman slapping the fella several times before storming off and screaming at him like a fish wife; "you f***ing Lithuanian Polish Jew poof!" He wouldn't have lasted long in the Second World War, I thought. He'd have been wearing a proper rainbow-coloured star in the camps!